Wang Anfeng only felt like he was in a dream.

The gentle medicinal power rose from his chest and abdomen, and then spread towards the limbs and bones, and the vibrations of the various veins around his body, impacting and washing, strengthening his muscles and bones, and strengthening his strength.

Since his practice, he has used his internal force in the Bronze Man Alley every day, frequently fought with martial artists of the same level or even stronger, and has also traveled alone in the mountains and wilderness, several life and death crises, and his mental tenacity has far surpassed that of his peers, but what he lacks is actually only the accumulation of internal strength.

Now, even if the internal force in his body has skyrocketed, he has not been able to surpass his control, and he is still extremely stable, unhurriedly following the line of the second level of the Golden Bell Jar.

Shaolin's golden bell jar is the authentic Buddhism, the practice of internal force is the most mellow, Wang Anfeng unconsciously between it, just corresponding to its selfless, no other phase of the practice, did not take the initiative to break through the pass, but the three key points of the level is like the spring snow disappearing, although slowly, but in the silent disappearing.

The outside sky has faintly revealed the white of the fish belly.

The scribe who had been guarding all night by the side sensed the internal force that was gradually surging in Wang Anfeng's body, and his expression was slightly gloomy, knowing that this breakthrough was a natural success, and there was no problem, but at this moment, a trace of pain suddenly appeared on the young man's originally peaceful face.

The power of the violent thunder appeared on him, becoming more and more vast, and it actively devoured the medicinal power in the young man's body, constantly expanding, and almost instantly enveloping his whole person, even if it was the three of Yuanci, they couldn't see the real face of the young man.

"Huh?!"

Mr. Win's expression was slightly stunned, and then he became extremely ugly, and he raised his hand to catch the trace of thunder, but at this moment, the thunder suddenly restrained and entered Wang Anfeng's body.

Yuan Ci calmed down the turbulent inner breath, felt this somewhat familiar thunder, looked at the scribe on the side, and hesitated:

"It's ......"

The scribe nodded, recalling the violent thunder that reverberated on the Shaolin Temple that day, and his face was a little unpleasant.

At this moment, a blood-colored dragon shadow suddenly appeared on the young man's body.

Raising his head and letting out a long roar, which was full of bitter resentment and unwillingness, he kept struggling, but he was entangled by the thunder, and Lei Jin wanted to pull out the blood-colored dragon shadow like a ghost, but he still couldn't do it, and when he was about to fall short, the scribe saw the clue, and held it in his hand, mobilizing the spiritual charm of this side of the world.

Suddenly, the heavens and the earth changed color.

The clouds and mist hung upside down, turned into waves, poured into the thunder, its qi became more and more masculine and pure, suddenly turned into a dragon, raised its head and roared, completely uprooted the blood-colored dragon shadow, leaving Wang Anfeng's body, the remaining resentment was dispelled by the masculine power of the thunder, completely disappeared from the world, only a slight breath was dispersed.

Wu Changqing raised his hand and pulled a trace of resentment, noticed the uniqueness of it, his expression couldn't help but change slightly, and said:

"This ...... The dragon qi is devouring, why is there such a thing on An Feng's body? ”

Mr. Win withdrew his right hand, his face was slightly pale, and he was silent, and said:

“…… Ignorance. ”

Between heaven and earth, the residual thunder energy gradually merged, perhaps because it had been in Wang Anfeng's body all along, and gradually gathered around the young man again, but he could no longer enter the body, only lingering and flowing around the young man, as if he had turned into the figure of an old man.

The thunderous breath swept over the black hair, just like the old man raised his hand and stroked the top of the young man's head, and then slowly dispersed and disappeared, its purity, even if it was cultivation that had reached Yuanci, Wu Changqing and the others were also shocked in their hearts.

Purify vitality and breed all things.

Around the young man, there are strange flowers blooming, and the flowers are blue and purple, like thunder.

Mr. Win looked at this scene, opened his eyes, and said with a rare lack of mockery in his voice:

"But I know that if it weren't for a supreme martial artist in the world, who would not hesitate to damage his own martial arts foundation, he would wash his marrow and pulse every day with pure thunder energy...... He will never live to be seven years old. ”

In Daliang Village that day, because of the fear of the existence of the renunciation, the scribes did not often visit the outside world.

But obviously, before Wang Anfeng left, the old man must have poured enough thunder into his body, enough to suppress the blood-colored dragon shadow for a long time, so that the backlash in his body would not erupt, so that he would be relieved to let him leave and let him see the outside world.

The young man who looked into the distance that day and was in high spirits may not know that for his idea of going out to see the world, there was an old man who was greatly injured, but even if his vitality was greatly damaged, he was also very happy to look at his back and gradually drift away.

A figure appeared in the scribe's mind, and he whispered in his heart.

Do you know that if you do this, your lifelong cultivation will be lost...... If he hadn't had this opportunity to practice martial arts, then if he lived for sixty, you would have to give him sixty years of thunder power, and sentient beings would no longer have hope of reaching a higher realm, and they would lose their foundation lifespan.

Is it worth it!

Lei Jin naturally wouldn't answer him, but in most things, his actions were far more powerful than his words.

Since ancient times, actions speak louder than words.

Just like the man in his memory, what he said and did was diametrically opposed......

His mind turned, and the scribe's mood suddenly sank.

From time to time, the red sun rises, and the light that is not dazzling is sprinkled down.

Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes, only to feel that his body was unprecedentedly happy, as if the heavy chains that had been blessed on his body since birth were all broken, his thinking was faster, and the internal force was like the Yangtze River, rushing endlessly, flowing in the meridians.

At that moment, he couldn't help but rise up, and let out a long roar, his voice was clear, piercing the golden cracked stone, like a dragon chanting Daze, which lasted for a long time.

Wu Changqing and the three of them all have the best martial arts in their bodies, and they can see at a glance that the talent on the young man's body, which was originally suppressed by the dragon qi, has all been shown at this time, and the qi is long, and the Zhou Tian is endless, which is a rare talent for martial arts, and a jade-like qualification.

The long howling sound lasted for a long time, and the young man stood up, at this time, he had broken through the second level of the Golden Bell Jar, and he only needed to stabilize for a while, and he could naturally enter the third level of the Golden Bell Jar, the realm of the eighth grade of martial arts, and he couldn't help but feel happy in his heart.

At this time, he noticed that the surroundings were no longer in the Shaolin Temple, and the three division commanders were in front, stained with morning dew, and after just thinking about it for a while, he guessed that it was for his own protection, and he hurriedly stepped forward to salute the three division commanders, and noticed those blue and purple flowers at the edge of his vision, and his steps paused slightly, and he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of familiarity in his heart.

In his mind, the face of an old man who was not doing well appeared, holding a wine jug in one hand and rubbing his black hair with a large rough hand in the other, completely ignoring his own resistance, laughing.

The look on the young man's eyebrows softened a lot.

I don't know what happened to Libo......

I used to see each other almost every day, and I left Daliang Village, and it has been almost a year, have you eaten on time? Do you drink less? Do you still love meat so much? Do you change your clothes on time, will you be bored, will you be lonely, will you still love to tell stories like that?

If he knew that my cultivation had reached the eighth rank, he would be very happy.

Thinking of the old man's happy laughter, the corners of the young man's mouth couldn't help but provoke.

Happy to leave Bo.

And he was happy.

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